Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My crew a 40
3 crazy niggas leave the murder gory
End of
It's the Fiss me wreck ya
I'll ya
With the funk you're listening
gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping
Bacardi
Deluxe at the Ramada
I my piece of the pie, the whole enchilada
why I gotta
Put these cannons to your
I'm taking Gucci links down to girl's bra strap
You see the secret formula but ain't no peeking
Cause my rhymes be slamming shorties on the weekend
You think I'm Rip Van but I see ya
You're just an asshole trying to on the creeper
[?] and
Remove ass off the map
I'm sick like chicks who bone with the claps
But none of
Beedie on the mic
Hitting hard drunk drivers on the turnpike
To mental
I'm leaving medullas
children
Arithmetic [?]
Like lines of longitude before you fags meet ending
I'm...

"Long winded but I need my respiratory
To bless my story you got for me" - Blahzay Blahzay 'Danger'

To niggas a 12" or album
Through verbal intercourse give an orgasm
Sir or
ignore me just adore me
Cause once I'm hired you might get fired timing
Fed me
I gets deadly and silent
with the leaf
Uh huh and the bliss
Clear your sinus with the Primatene Mist
this
On bring apocalypse
Dig ya grave like an

You'll only in my rehearsals
Swollen heads full of hot air, heads will a verse you

Get and assaulted
Making rappers they moms had they ass aborted
You sound on tape, but live your vocals sound distorted
My unproper gram' is used to gain
No
Hide my niggas ankle

who oppose
Assholes get lit like o lanterns

Get burned by mental patterns
And a warning
To any fulfilling legacies
Coming in my zones is a squeeze like two full pregnancies
From here to
You fags can't see me with a
Shaking sets, through like a behemoth
Niggas
In this battle they tip
You'll find me
Dropping weight like a
Talking loud like you earn stripes we heard of ya
We'll ya
Watch your crew fold like lawn
Express the
from the spliff
Move town like when the continental plates shift
professor
Wack MC
Got you
Like the drawers on your
shots
Trying to down your block
when I release the 3000
Ya sleep of the

Oh my God oh my
Guess who's Poly-
Gram, goddamn we taking off like cam
Scram, mess with fam and I'll ya
Ya got to Pamper ya
Then you get robbed for your
Disc, cause I be like Octob'
the globe
Ya Glock explode cause you was
Not purpose, lay the be
Try to me
You be, something terribly
We can war in the streets or in the
The best fall, like my name was Desiree
Boss you get squashed oh my
every line ain't divine
You out rabbit ass mind
Plus, I rush the lead single with the plan
Screaming on chickens for using my beeper as a
I plan my vocal making rappers in a hurry
So all that tongue twisting don't me worried
I'm...